malt of the month Glenmorangie 10 year old 40% Vol
There is no denying the fact that Glenmorangie is the quintessential drink of choice for some. It was certainly the first whisky I ever tasted. It was when I was with a Christian youth worker, Lizz Spence, aboard the old style trains with eight seater compartments on the West Highland Line. Lizz was, and is, beautifully vivacious. We were making our way to Iona, via Oban and she had bought the whisky to celebrate my 18th Birthday. While that kind of youth work would now be frowned upon - back then in the dark ages when I was a youngster, it was unseen. Through the many years we were great friends, Lizz would often bring out a bottle of Glenmorange and over the years I learned to drink without getting drunk. I seem to have lost that ability again. Last weekend, I was on Mull and I was taken to a brand new bar (in my friend’s back garden) and all I could find in my car as a gift were two miniature bottles of Glenmorangie. What ensured was a day of high fun and merriment in the sun at the appropriately named Fu Bar (as I interpret it, in the style of Burn’s Unco Fu’ in his opus Tam O’Shanter). As the evening came to an end, in a village inn, whisky was on the cards. Poncho John made his way to the bar in a very squint line and bought a whisky. And there it was, a whisky of friendship a Glenmorangie.